Humpty Dumpty
Pack Dog
So, the weekend getaway ride started well with only two double Captains each at Hoewhoek Hotel, on to B's place in Onrust....hmmm and this is where the memory becomes blurry...lost count at around the fifth one at the local...danced with some chick and proceeded to "dipp" her..... not that type of dip...you dirty fellows... no one else dancing either.....Vicious hangover....wonder why????
Earlyish up and snuck away to find breakfast in Hemel and Aarde valley... no one open and had to get all the way to Dassieshoek before we could gag down orange juice, coffee and greasy breakfast.... Had tried to get through on the jeep track stuff from Karwyders Kraal but some land grabbing bum has fenced off the track, at the top of the hill, nogall.
Felt amazing after forcing down bacon and eggs.
Ride took us on some forgotten roads, good riding and then onto a track...which another bum face has fenced off with moerse electric fence ...so, tried to go around and got a fair way before getting stuck briefly in a little stream...had to be pushed/pulled out...Wayne stood directly in the line of fire from my back wheel...silly fellow.
Eventually had to retrace and go around on the downhill side.
Came out on the Stanford/Caledon road and took the road to Sandy's Glen, lovely road and stopped in Sandy's Glen to have a steak...NICE!
Then through and to Stanford, plan was to pop on down to see the old Spook House and then to Hermanus, collect a fish to braai and then to Bryan's place for a quiet evening.
Not to be, said the Karma Police. Wayne turned into the main attraction outside the Spar by splatting himself and his new Tenere' into a vehicle. Became a chick magnet so we pretended to care about him :laughing4: only joking Wayne.
So, an ambulance had to be called cos he is moaning so much and making like he cant ride or stand up etc...
Wonderful and efficient service from The Stanford Traffic Services and SAP, not to mention the super fast appearance of the ambulance operating out of Hermanus...Really Folks, hats off to them all, really doing a sterling job, thanks guys.
Three lovely ladies pouring all over him to see if he's ok, blerry touching him and stroking his hair...sies! and he's all sweaty and hungover, making like its sore and he cant stand up properly...blerry facker.
Ambulance fellows pop him into the meat wagon and tie him down cos he says his back is sore, put some morphine into him and zoom off....
Leaves us there with his bike and "wee waas" off to Hermanus Mediclinic in a morphine haze, thanks Mate.
Manager of the Spar offers to secure his bike in the delivery area but we get things sorted by having Mrs B come through from Onrus in the bakkie.
Turns out he has one broken rib and four fractured ones....his little lady has to stop her shopping and come through to fetch him from CT....am sooo sure he got it on the way home.
Give that man a Bells!
And that's how not to overtake in Stanford.
Earlyish up and snuck away to find breakfast in Hemel and Aarde valley... no one open and had to get all the way to Dassieshoek before we could gag down orange juice, coffee and greasy breakfast.... Had tried to get through on the jeep track stuff from Karwyders Kraal but some land grabbing bum has fenced off the track, at the top of the hill, nogall.
Felt amazing after forcing down bacon and eggs.
Ride took us on some forgotten roads, good riding and then onto a track...which another bum face has fenced off with moerse electric fence ...so, tried to go around and got a fair way before getting stuck briefly in a little stream...had to be pushed/pulled out...Wayne stood directly in the line of fire from my back wheel...silly fellow.
Eventually had to retrace and go around on the downhill side.
Came out on the Stanford/Caledon road and took the road to Sandy's Glen, lovely road and stopped in Sandy's Glen to have a steak...NICE!
Then through and to Stanford, plan was to pop on down to see the old Spook House and then to Hermanus, collect a fish to braai and then to Bryan's place for a quiet evening.
Not to be, said the Karma Police. Wayne turned into the main attraction outside the Spar by splatting himself and his new Tenere' into a vehicle. Became a chick magnet so we pretended to care about him :laughing4: only joking Wayne.
So, an ambulance had to be called cos he is moaning so much and making like he cant ride or stand up etc...
Wonderful and efficient service from The Stanford Traffic Services and SAP, not to mention the super fast appearance of the ambulance operating out of Hermanus...Really Folks, hats off to them all, really doing a sterling job, thanks guys.
Three lovely ladies pouring all over him to see if he's ok, blerry touching him and stroking his hair...sies! and he's all sweaty and hungover, making like its sore and he cant stand up properly...blerry facker.
Ambulance fellows pop him into the meat wagon and tie him down cos he says his back is sore, put some morphine into him and zoom off....
Leaves us there with his bike and "wee waas" off to Hermanus Mediclinic in a morphine haze, thanks Mate.
Manager of the Spar offers to secure his bike in the delivery area but we get things sorted by having Mrs B come through from Onrus in the bakkie.
Turns out he has one broken rib and four fractured ones....his little lady has to stop her shopping and come through to fetch him from CT....am sooo sure he got it on the way home.
Give that man a Bells!
And that's how not to overtake in Stanford.
